Chapter 32 #3
We stumble through the door to Jake's flat, his hands and mouth all over me. He's been particularly handsy tonight, especially in the cab on the way back here as he apologised for his behaviour during dinner.
The door slams shut behind me, and I find myself shoved up against it in the next instance, the breath stolen from my lungs at the sudden impact.
Not giving me any time to recover, Jake presses the full length of his body against mine, groaning into my neck as he grinds against me.
Thankfully, the door is smooth or I'm pretty sure I'd be finding splinters in my back tomorrow.
“Jake, you're crushing me,” I croak out.
He pulls back, looking almost angry, and drags me over to the chair by the terrace doors.
He takes several deep breaths as though to calm himself, and when he opens his eyes again, the storm within them has calmed.
His lips descend on mine and he kisses me sweetly, teasingly, one hand threaded into my hair, holding me in place, and the other arm wrapped around my back, fingers rubbing my buttocks.
When he pulls away, a slow smirk hikes his lips up on one side and he sits down on the chair slowly, dragging his eyes down my body as he goes. His hands slide up the outside of my thighs, pulling my dress up and he hands me the hem, “Hold on to this and don't let go until I say.”
His hands slide back down, taking my panties with them, and when he gets to my ankles, I step out of them completely.
I don't notice where they end up because Jake pulls me forward, massaging handfuls of my arse, and I have to widen my stance so I can straddle the chair, still standing.
He slides down slightly so he can latch his mouth onto my clit, and he starts a suckling motion, making my hips jerk in surprise. Fuck, why hasn't he done this before?
I moan my approval and he slips two fingers inside me, but just before I'm about to tip over the edge, he removes himself from my body completely and pushes me away enough that he can frantically strip off his own clothes.
I barely get time to appreciate the view before he tugs my hand forcefully and I stumble to catch myself on the edge of the chair.
Gripping his leaking cock in one hand, he commands, “Suck it, Amour. I'm dying to have your lips wrapped around me.” I suddenly realise that I haven't actually done this for him before.
I kneel slowly in front of him and lick from root to tip before I take him in my mouth and start an easy rhythm, my hand gripping the base.
“Deeper,” is the growl I hear before he grips my head to ram his cock down my throat.
I slap his thighs in protest and he pulls out as suddenly as he started and is breathing heavily as I choke on air.
“I’m sorry, Amour, I'm just used to having. ..I'm sorry.”
Rubbing my throat, I croak, “I forgive you, but I really need you to check with me before you get carried away.” He takes my hand and pulls me up to straddle his lap, rubbing up and down my thighs.
“I’ll do better, I swear it.” He continues rubbing my thighs, higher and higher, until his thumbs meet where I need his touch the most. “Is this ok?”
I'm writhing on his lap, breathless, “Yes.
More than ok. Don't stop.” But the fucker does stop for a moment to pull my dress over my head and unhook my bra so I'm bared completely to him.
Thankfully, his thumbs return to their earlier ministrations, but again he stops before I come, and I make my protest known.
Smirking, he grabs a condom from the pocket of his trousers on the floor and rolls it on. “Patience, Amour. I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.”
At this point, I just want to come full stop.
He positions his dick at my entrance and I sit down slowly, torturously so.
His abs flex and twitch as I set a languid pace to drag my clit against him with every downward roll.
My pace picks up as the first spark of an orgasm catches low in my abdomen, and as my walls start their first flutters Jake suddenly stands, pulling out of me to flip me around.
I'm pressed against the cold glass of the terrace doors as he enters me again from behind and pounds into me at a frenetic pace.
“Fuck, Shari, I want to fuck you out in the open for everyone to see.
As soon as spring is here, I'm going to have you out on the terrace,” his breath is erratic in my ear.
My orgasm was partially ruined by the position change, so it hits much weaker than I was originally building up to.
I find myself more frustrated than if I hadn't come at all as he spills into the condom, tugging hard on my hair.
As we lie in bed later, I find myself questioning everything.
Two people I care about deeply have now said they think Jake is bad news after meeting him just once.
One meeting isn't enough to form a true opinion of someone, but I trust their judgement.
What does that say for Jake? Plus, he seemed to be a completely different person at points during our double date, and that was not a person I liked.
He had drank a fair amount of wine, but that doesn't excuse his rudeness or his posturing.
And is this always going to be our sex life? Unfulfilled and with unwanted pain? Me constantly reminding him to be gentle, to check in with me, to consider my needs?
But then, on the other side of things, he's incredibly sweet and thoughtful.
He's always buying me little gifts to remind me that he's thinking of me.
Always sending me cute little texts throughout the day.
Always calls me to say good morning and goodnight and find out what my plans are for the day.
My mind whirls all night, and by the time the sun crests the horizon, I've barely slept and am none the wiser as to what's real or not.