15. Taylor
Fifteen
Taylor
I collapse against the door as soon as it closes. My nipples pressing hard against my bikini top, my bottoms far more wet than they were just fifteen seconds ago. When everything was just over the clothes and totally PG. But the build-up to it all, the intensity and the attraction have my body wired and needing release.
I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the ocean and the rocky cliffs, taking in the view for a second before I draw the curtains closed. Pulling my dress over my head, I toss it on the floor and begin to remove my bikini, my fingers untying the string around my neck as my mind begins to wander, imagining what it would feel like to have Jake’s hands on my body, to have him untying my top and exposing my breasts.
My thoughts do nothing to quell this overwhelming sensation of lust that radiates throughout my body, and the fact that I’m still drunk makes me pick up my phone and text Jake.
Me: What are you doing?
My question is simple, but with what just happened between us outside my hotel room, it’s a question full of insinuation. It’s a question that has my fingers tracing over my nipples and sliding down my stomach and into the front of my bikini bottoms.
Jake: Just getting ready for a shower.
Fuck me because that response just adds to what I’ve been picturing in my head as my fingers begin to rub.
Me: Are you naked?
Jake: Yes.
I begin to type but delete it. My fingers move against me as my other hand contemplates what to type. I type it out several times, hitting the delete button, but always come back to it.
Me: Are you going to jerk off in the shower?
His response is slow to come back, the dots floating on the screen, and I wonder for a second if he’s doing what I just did, wondering how far he should take this.
Jake: Yes, Taylor, I am.
Even though he’s typed out my name, I can hear it, his accent, hot and sexy saying it, and it fuels my need to finish myself off.
Me: I’m touching myself…
Jake: Are you thinking of my cock? Wondering what it would feel like inside you?
Holy shit, this is hot. And yes, yes, yes, I am. I widen my legs, my fingers sliding inside me.
Me: Yes. Tell me how much you want my pussy.
Jake: Fuck, I want your pussy so bad. I want to taste you and finger you and bury my dick deep inside you. I’m hard as a fucking rock.
His words are like gasoline to an already raging fire, and I increase my tempo, finger-fucking myself and rubbing, my orgasm pulling from deep within me. The tingling sensation teeters on the edge, pulling me in and out as I near release.
Me: I want your hard cock filling me, stretching me, making me come.
I work myself faster and harder until I feel everything pool between my legs, my release coming in waves of intensity, and I cry out. I allow the moment to control me, my mouth falling open, my eyes closed as I ride out my orgasm.
When I finally pull myself back together, a cloudy haze of elation and exhaustion washing over me, I realize I haven’t come like that in years. It was intense and all-consuming and wonderfully satisfying, and it was in response to my thoughts of a guy.
What the hell is it going to be like when we actually have sex?
It’s taking everything in me not to march down to his room, bang on his door, and demand he literally fuck me this time.
I’m still clutching my phone, my breaths coming hard and fast as I glance down at the blank screen. Nothing from Jake after my last message.
But just as I open the message, he sends one through, and his words make me smile so wide my cheeks begin to sting.
Jake: I haven’t come like that since I was fifteen.
Me: Me either.
Jake: I’m gonna get in the shower. What’s the plan for tomorrow?
Me: Breakfast at seven and then some Hawaii fun…cliff jumping?
Jake: Perfect. Good night, beautiful.
Me: Good night, Jake.
I sleep better than I have in years, my body completely sated, my mind clear, and I wake up feeling elated. When I’m on a layover, I now like to spend as much time as I can exploring, being outside, seeing the area rather than subject myself to the confines of a hotel room. I don’t want to sit at a bar or go out to a club with my coworkers, where everyone is getting drunk and hooking up with whoever is nearby. My life is passing me by, and sometimes I feel like I have very little to show for it. I want to be able to say that at every stop I’ve made, I lived it to the fullest.
I shower quickly and pull on a pair of cutoffs and a tank over my swimsuit before tossing a towel and a sundress into a backpack. As I finish getting ready, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and notice I look different today. I look happy and alive, and I feel like I’m floating, like falling for someone is exactly what I should be doing right now.
The elevator doors open, and I see Jake at the reception desk, chatting with the attendant, an older woman with a flower pinned in her graying hair and a smile on her tanned lined face. I wait and watch him, his elbows on the counter, leaning in as he talks to her, and she laughs a little and he laughs back. I hear it, and it has a soothing quality to it and a distinction to it that I would recognize anywhere. Jake’s laugh doesn’t just fall from his mouth; it comes from his entire body, his eyes lighting up, his body relaxing, his head falling back as if he feels it and everyone around him should too. It’s unapologetic and contagious, and I absolutely love it.
He turns away from the counter, his eyes immediately falling on me and I feel my cheeks grow hot. I haven’t seen him since our text message exchange last night, and I’m suddenly feeling self-conscious, which is so far from my normal.
“Looky, looky,” he says, as he strolls up, an air of cockiness about him and I smirk, shaking my head. He flashes a keycard with the words Club Level printed on it and he opens his mouth in mock surprise as he winks at me. “Breakfast is on me. Or should I say it’s on Lelani at the front desk.”
“Oh, you smooth talker. You convinced the old lady at reception to give you club access.”
“You gotta go for the old ladies. They’re the ones who give in. The young ones actually expect you to sleep with them.”
I scrub a hand down my face as we enter the elevator, pressing the button for the club level.
It’s a small outdoor space with a few tables under an overhang and a few more out in the open. It overlooks the ocean, and you can smell the sea air, clean and salty. I close my eyes and breathe in, trying to memorize exactly how I feel, how everything smells, how this could be my new normal.
“Let’s eat,” Jake announces, cutting through my calm, but still making me smile. He’s already filling a plate with food from a small buffet as I walk over and begin to make a cup of coffee. I add a bagel, some cream cheese and some fresh fruit to my plate and grab my coffee, making my way to where Jake is now sitting.
“What is that?” I ask, pointing at a bowl that steams in front of him. It’s hot and Jake has something that looks like soup.
“Miso soup.”
“You’re eating soup for breakfast?” My nose wrinkles up at the idea; the brown broth steaming hotter than the already humid air.
“Yeah, why not? It’s free.”
“It’s soup in the tropics.”
He shrugs his shoulders and begins shoveling it in, not caring in the least about the fact that his mouth is going to be burnt and raw.
We spend the next half hour chatting while Jake eats a variety of breakfast offerings like spam musubi and malasadas, and even a second bowl of miso soup. My adventure starts and ends with POG juice. And when he’s good and filled up, we head out.
“So, what’s the plan?” he asks, as we wait for our Uber.
“I was thinking we could do some hiking and then I know of this secluded spot where some of the locals go to do some cliff jumping. You game?”
“Absolutely.”
I give the driver the location and in just a few short minutes we’re driving along the beautiful oceanside, the blue sky clear and cloudless as it floats over the water.
“So, you think you’re up for hiking Ehukai Pillbox? It can be pretty intense.”
He looks over at me, his eyes turned down as he purses his lips and gives me a look that screams arrogance. It’s like he’s taking my words as a challenge.
“You’re pretty intense, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” he says, and his words cause a shiver to run down my spine, goosebumps rising up on my skin. This whole fucking thing between us has been intense from day one.
Before things can go any further, the car drops us off at the base of the mountain, with both of us climbing out of the car and looking up.
“You ready?” he asks, a hand extended, and I nod my head, slipping my hand into his. We begin our hike.
An hour later we’ve reached the top, the view below is far more stunning than I remember, but maybe it’s the company.
“This is great,” he says, his arm slung around my shoulders, our skin sticky with sweat. “But did you see that guy back there?” Jake tosses a thumb behind us, giving a quick glance over his shoulder, and I look in that direction.
There’s a man standing several feet away from us, and he looks like this hike was the most difficult thing he’s done in a year.
“I’ve never seen someone sweat like that,” I say, my eyes glued to the sweaty man as he pants awkwardly, leaning up against a railing.
“I think he has some kind of fever, and his body is trying to expel it from his body. His shirt is all pitted out. He’s gonna have to throw that thing away immediately. Hopefully, he has a change of clothes in his car.”
“I bet he smells horrible. Like your car after picking up White Castle hamburgers.”
“Like what?” Jake asks, his voice rising a little, a confused look on his face.
“White Castle?”
Jake shakes his head, his face growing even more confused.
“So you mean to tell me you’ve lived in the US for what now, like ten years and you’ve never had White Castle?”
“Nope, never. And I’m not sure I want to if you say they smell like sweaty pits over there.”
“They’re good, I swear, but they do smell bad and they kind of kill your insides.”
“You’re not really selling me on them,” Jake deadpans, and it makes me laugh out loud, my body nudging against him playfully.
“It’s a Midwest thing, but I promise you, they’re good. Next time you’re in the Midwest, find one and tell me what you think.”
“All right, I will.” He nudges me back and my heart skips a beat, my stomach filling with butterflies that migrate to my chest. I have to suck in a slow breath to keep myself from kissing him.
We’ve made out, masturbated through text message, and spent basically every waking hour together, but neither one of us has mentioned the elephant in the room.
Where the hell is this going?
There’s been no mention of it at all and not that I need a title or even any idea where it’s going, but it’s obvious there’s something between us, something that is going to be explosive when it finally happens.
We stand in silence for a little while longer, both of us taking in the view before Jake pulls out his phone and takes a picture of us. Both of us beaming at the camera, the backdrop of the North Shore and the Pacific Ocean a stunning addition, and on the second picture, Jake leans in and kisses me.
It’s sweet and simple, his lips touching mine, his arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand holds the phone. But we don’t part immediately, and when he starts to pull away, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him back in.
This time, my tongue traces his bottom lip and when he moans a little, I take the opportunity to run it along the bottom of his teeth. His tongue is now slipping into my mouth, exploring and caressing.
It’s almost too much, but we don’t separate. My head is now rests against his chest, his arms around my body.
“You are…” Jake starts, his words breathy and quiet but filled with lust and desire. I feel him shake his head, his chin brushing against my hair as he tries to find the words to finish his thought.
But the words don’t come, and before I know it, we’re back at the base of the mountain and on our way to Laie Point.