Chapter 8
eight
. . .
Jake
Something is wrong, because Rachel doesn’t seem into this anymore.
Nipping at her thigh, I pull back. “Where’s your head?”
“I’m sorry,” she says, carding her fingers through my hair.
“Nothing to be sorry for. What can I do differently?”
She blinks at me.
“Open and honest conversation is the only way this will work,” I tell her. “We don’t know each other well enough yet. I need time to learn your body.”
Time that I hope she’ll give me.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her, now that I know the exquisite curves and rolls of her body, I don’t know how I’m going to live without it.
It’s simple. We’re just going to have to do this again, and again, and again, until we get sick of each other. And since that will never happen, I guess it ends when we die.
Yeah. I’m okay with that.
Rachel waves her hand. “I’m just… in my head.”
“What can I do to help?” I’m not a mind reader, and as much as I’d like to ignore it, the fact remains that I haven’t known her for more than a decade and we’ve never known each other in this way.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. It just means we need to figure this out.
“I just…” She grunts. “I need something different.”
Okay. I can roll with that.
Scooping her up, I lay her back against my pillows. Her dark hair splays around her head like a halo, a brilliant contrast against the white linens. Covering her body with mine, I draw a hand through her hair and kiss her.
As much as I’d like this to go farther, I’m totally okay if this is all that happens between us. It doesn’t have to end tonight.
Her soft sigh against my lips drags me back to the moment. Her bottom half is bare, her blouse still on. That won’t do.
Slowly, with suddenly clumsy fingers, I unhook the buttons from the loops. She arches against me and helps me pull the gauzy fabric away, tossing it somewhere behind me.
Her black bra is barely able to contain the round swells of her breasts. She’s definitely full-figured, a delicious mix of curves and rolls that make my cock pulse in my suit pants.
There’s a clasp in the center of her bra, and my eyes dart up to hers for consent. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth open. She runs her hand through my hair and I lean into the touch, my own eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
When I center myself, it’s with the singular goal of getting her to that peak of pleasure.
Unclasping her bra, it falls to the floor as I get my hands on her glorious tits. The firm swells overflow my palm—and I don’t have small hands. Her areolae are a dusky rose, the nipples pebbled tight into the most delicious little peaks.
I can’t resist.
Bending down, I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud.
Rachel moans, wrapping her legs around me. Her hand in my hair directs my head as she needs it, and I lick and suck at her perfect flesh while I knead and massage her other breast. Pinching her nipple, I softly bite down on the other, and she groans, long and loud.
“Jake.”
My name is a soft pant on her lips. I want to hear it again, and again, and again.
“I need you to touch me.”
Smiling against her breast, I pinch at her nipple, then draw it into my mouth. “I am touching you.”
“I need your fingers,” she says, arching her back. “Inside me.”
Well, that I can do.
As my hand trails down her side, I sear the memory of her softness into my memory. She’s got wide hips and a soft tummy, and as my fingers tip-toe across her belly, she flushes and looks away.
“Hey. What’s going on?” I draw her attention back to me.
“Nothing. I’m fine,” she lies.
“I don’t want you to be fine ,” I counter. “I want you to feel good with me.”
“I do,” Rachel says quietly. She plucks my hand off her belly and moves it down a bit. “I’ll feel better if you touch me.”
I can’t get a read on her. I don’t know what’s going on with her.
Tracing the seam of her groin, I draw lines where her thigh meets her pelvis. Her breath hitches and she sinks back against the pillows.
“Fucking touch me,” she says, but her breathless words counter the demanding tone.
I’ll get to the bottom of this. I will.
But for now, I do as the lady desires.
Sliding two fingers inside her tight, wet heat, I bring my thumb to her clit. Her soft sighs go straight to my cock. I press my free hand against my crotch, trying to calm down.
Thrusting my fingers deep inside her, I set a steady pace before I bring my mouth back to her breast. I give her the attention she deserves, searching until I find the angle that makes her gasp and the pressure that makes her fist the sheets.
“There. Right fucking there,” Rachel says, her hips riding my fingers.
Her walls flutter around me and I make sure to do everything exactly the same, giving her exactly what she needs until she collapses onto the bed.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers from within her and bring them to my lips, sucking her flavor off my skin. My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could do this forever with her.
I fall onto the bed beside her. I’m still fully dressed and she’s fully nude.
After she’s had a few moments to catch her breath, Rachel looks over at me. Her dark eyes take in my rumpled shirt and the tent in my pants. She swallows.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“Why aren’t you naked?” she asks.
I duck my head “We hadn’t gotten there yet.”
If it happens, great. If she changes her mind, I’m good to take care of myself. I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life.
She smiles, her eyes softening. “I want you to get naked.”
Bossy, demanding Rachel is back. She keeps flickering in and out, like a candle in the wind, trying bravely to stay alight. I keep getting glimpses of the strong, confident woman I know she is. I don’t know who or what tried to snuff out her light, but I can guess it was her douchebag ex.
“Naked,” she repeats, tugging my shirt from my pants.
Quickly, I pull off my shirt and the suit pants, leaving me in my boxer-briefs.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I warn her.
Will it kill me to stop now? Yes.
Will I hate myself if I make her do something she doesn’t want? Also yes.
“I know.” Rachel’s eyes are bright with mischief as she cups me over my briefs, and my cock leaps beneath her touch. “I’m comfortable. I’m consenting. I want this to happen.”
Surging forward, I bring my lips to hers again, tasting her.
Her wandering hands trace over my torso, dipping into my abs, and down further into my boxers. When she wraps her small hand around my dick, giving me a long, slow stroke, I groan, and she smiles against my lips.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she says.
Pulling away, I grab one from the bedside table along with the lube, because there’s no such thing as too much lube. At the same time, I pull off my boxers, my cock springing up to slap against my abs.
Rachel lets out a heavy breath.
“What’s wrong?” That’s never a good sound after taking your pants off with a woman for the first time.
“I want to say something really inappropriate.” She lets out a little giggle, covering her face with the back of her hand.
“Tell me.” I pull her hand away, linking our fingers together.
She swallows. “I don’t know…”
“Rachel. There’s nothing you could say that would make me change my mind.”
“You and Josh… you’re really nothing alike.”
Okay. That might have done it. My balls start to shrivel up.
“Please tell me you’re not thinking about my brother right now.” I stare up at the ceiling and want to die. Just like everything else, my asshole brother ruins what could have been a beautiful moment for me and Rachel.
“Just that he was trying too hard to compensate, and you… clearly, you have nothing to compensate for. You’ve got a lot going on.”
“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment?”
“Oh, yes. A hundred times, yes.” She wraps her hand around my cock, giving me a firm stroke and twisting at the head, making me see stars. “You practically live in a locker room. You’ve seen what other guys are packing. You are—whew.”
“We don’t look,” I lie. We totally look. There are more than a few sword fights and measuring contests in the locker room.
Rach strokes me again. “I won’t be able to look you in the face anymore, not now that I know what you’re walking around with.”
Tipping her chin up, I meet her eyes. “I want you to look me in the eyes.”
“But—”
“This doesn’t change anything,” I tell her firmly. “We can still be… whatever we are. This doesn’t make things awkward or uncomfortable unless we let it.”
She swallows.
“Okay?”
She nods. “Okay. Will you fuck me now?”
With a smile, I drop a kiss to her nose before I release her. Grabbing the condom, I suit up quickly and add some lube before I move toward her. I thrust my slicked fingers inside her tightness, adding some additional wetness to make this easier for both of us.
Moving over her, I notch the head of my dick at her entrance. My every sense is heightened, my heart pounding so fast I think I might pass out.
And as I slowly thrust inside, I see heaven for the first time.
Rachel sucks in a deep breath and goes still, so I do, too. She might need time to adjust. Truthfully, I need it just as much. I’m on the edge of embarrassing myself right now. Reaching behind me, I squeeze my balls, gently pulling on my sac to distract me.
Her pussy is tight and hot and wet, clenching around me. She blows out a breath and her muscles relax enough that I don’t feel like I’m going to blow my load before this even gets started.
I draw her leg over my hip, opening her up for me. She reaches for me, wrapping her arms around me and running her hands over my back. Her mouth finds mine again, her tongue slipping into my mouth and she takes what she wants.
I’m hers. Whatever she wants, I’m hers.
Pulling back, I thrust into her tight heat, setting a steady pace. Her little mewls of pleasure send electricity through my veins, urging me on. I’ll do whatever I need to make these noises come from her lips.
Her hips cradle mine, wide and thick, the perfect place for me. I try out different angles, trying to find what she needs. Pushing her leg up onto my shoulder, I thrust deep inside of her, and Rachel lets out a long, loud moan.
“There,” she pants, her hand going to her clit.
Batting her hand away, I stroke her clit with steady, firm pressure until she breaks. Her walls start to flutter around me. Leaning down, I brush her lips with mine, a ghost of a kiss.
She cries out. Tossing her head back, the long column of her neck is exposed, and I kiss her there, too.
When she relaxes against the mattress, I lower her leg. She has a happy, blissed-out smile on her face. She reaches for me, holding me close to her as she gives me a soft, sated kiss.
My cock throbs with want. I try to stay still, try to adjust, but when she makes those delicious noises, I want to go feral.
Rachel arches her hips, squeezing around me. “You didn’t come,” she says.
“Was waiting for you,” I mumble, before burying my face in her neck.
She cards her hands through my hair, fucking herself on my cock. My cock jerks inside of her, desperate to go on.
“I’m a big girl, Jake,” she says. “I can handle it.”
Giving her another soft kiss, I find the angle I need. Fucking into her tight, wet heat, I take what she’s offering, take what I need.
Pleasure starts at the base of my spine, sending zaps of sensation through me. My entire body is alight with fiery pleasure. With a roar, I let myself finally let go .
And when I do? Fireworks.
My cock jerks deep inside of her, filling the condom separating us. I wish there was nothing between us.
Collapsing on the bed beside her, I blindly pull off the condom, tie it off, and deposit it on the nightstand. Reaching for her, I pull her into my arms and press my face into her hair.
“Okay,” Rachel says, exhaling heavily.
“Okay?” Is that a performance evaluation?
“We’re definitely doing that again,” she decides.
The teenager inside of me wants to pump his fists and do a happy dance.
Instead, I say, “Okay,” and pull her closer.
She might not know it, but I’ll do anything for her.