17. Taylor
Seventeen
Taylor
The restaurant seems to be growing busier, the bar even more crowded than it was when we first arrived, and any semblance of privacy we had is now gone. There are people surrounding us and that’s probably for the better because as the drinks keep flowing, we’re both growing more comfortable by the minute.
We’ve been teetering on the edge of something for a while now, something that is far more than just a casual hook up. But, as much as I want to go all-in, I’m still holding back. There’s always that nagging feeling that wanes in the back of my mind. I’ve been down this road of relationships and monogamy before, and it left me cheated on and divorced. It left me wondering if a quiet life with a supportive partner is just not in the cards for me.
I pick up my drink and look at Jake. He’s smiling at me, looking at only me despite the bar being packed with women younger and prettier than me. I put my hand on his cheek, a smile resting loosely on my lips, and I lean in to kiss him, whispering a small thank you to him for not being everything I thought he was.
He doesn’t respond or ask why, but suggests we see if we can get a table for dinner before the place fills up completely. As Jake walks over to the hosting stand, I slip into the bathroom to change out of my damp swimsuit and clothes, switching into the sundress that I packed in the backpack we took with us.
Despite the busyness, we luckily score a small table on the water with an amazing view of the setting sun and the peaceful sound of waves lapping at the shore. Surfers dot the horizon as they ride waves in as the day silently disappears. I can’t remember the last time I had a day, let alone an entire week, of unforced happiness. And as today ends, I know that it’s because of Jake. He’s the only constant, the only thing that has changed in my life. I can’t even begin to process what this means.
“So what’s your route look like when we get back?” Jake asks, picking up his beer and taking a drink, his beautiful green eyes looking at me from over the rim of the glass.
Never missing an opportunity to give him shit I respond with, “Why, you going to adjust your route to match mine?” I narrow my eyes at him and purse my lips, giving him a look that pretends to question his motives.
“I’d love to, but fuck me, that was a lot of work.” Jake lets out an overly dramatic sigh, letting his head fall back a little. “And that was only one flight.”
“Maybe I’ll change mine to match yours,” I tease back.
“You would never. You’re not the kind of girl who chases a guy. We both know that. But that’s also what makes you so hot.”
“Maybe I want to chase you.” I slip off my flip-flop and slide my foot along his leg, running the top of my foot up the inside of his calf.
“I’m not running,” he murmurs back, leaning his elbows on the table as he inches closer to me. The table is the only thing stopping us from taking this a step further.
I look around; the restaurant is packed with people who are completely unaware of the intense attraction that is happening between Jake and me, and I know now is not the place to continue exploring it. We’ve been pushing it further and further with every word, with every touch, with every unspoken look, and eventually we’re going to explode.
I want to ask him to leave with me right now. I want him to touch me, to explore my body with his large, rough hands. I want him to do everything he said during our text message exchange last night, but a part of me is also enjoying the lead-up, knowing that when it finally happens, it’s going to be off the fucking charts.
“Where are you heading on your next route?” I ask, trying to diffuse the steaminess of the situation, but I slide my foot farther up until it’s rubbing between his legs.
He sucks in a hard breath, his words a clipped warning. “Taylor.” He grabs hold of my foot, stilling it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my heel. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me. Seeing your tits, you rubbing my dick, it’s torture.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing because you’re doing the same thing to me.”
“We can end this anytime you want, and I don’t mean walking away from you.”
“Play your cards right tonight, Campbell.” I wink at him as he loosens his grip on my foot, and our waiter walks up.
We place our orders, and the tension in the room dissipates, cooling off with the night breeze and the stillness of the air between us. We return to the original conversation, but it’s not without its witty comments and flirty side remarks.
“So, you going to answer my original question?” Jake asks, a sly smile on his face.
“I can, as long as you can keep your mind out of the gutter.”
“The only thing cluttering up my mind right now is the image of your perfect tits, so start talking work because I need a distraction.
I bend forward, my elbows on the table, as I push my breasts up, flashing him even more cleavage.
“I fly back to L.A. tomorrow, but you know that.” I shift a little, my breasts moving with me, and Jake’s eyes are glued to mine, but I can tell it’s killing him. His lips are parted, and his breaths are coming in short waves, and when I lean back in my chair, my arms brush my nipples, hardening them and pressing them against the fitted fabric of my dress. There’s no way he misses the outline of them, and I wet my lips, letting my teeth rake over my bottom lip as I continue. “Then I head up to Vancouver and from Vancouver to Minneapolis.” I stretch my arms above my head, arching my back a little, pushing my chest out as I wiggle in my chair slightly. “From there, I fly to Chicago and then back to L.A.”
“You going to visit your family while you’re in Minneapolis?” he asks, his words strained as he takes in a ragged breath. The conversation might be normal, but what is swirling in our thoughts is far from it.
“I will, but I’m only there for about ten hours. What about your routes?”
Jake again takes in a hard breath and swallows. “It’s a little warm in here,” he says, and I nod my head. “You agree? Because from where I’m sitting, you look to be a little cold.” His eyes fall to my breasts and my rounded, pebbled nipples. “Fuck…”
“Or maybe I’m just turned on?”
“By?”
“Talking about our flying routes, Jake. It’s so hot.”
The waiter drops off our food with little disruption to what is continuing to happen between us, and I swear I eat faster than I ever have in my life. Jake tosses a hand up, signaling our waiter as we put the last bite in our mouths.
We hit the bustling streets of Waikiki, my hand in Jake’s as we walk, both of us moving quickly but with no real idea of where we’re going. It’s going to take well over an hour to get back to our hotel, and with the tension that’s been sparking between us all day, I’m not certain we’re going to make it.
The streets are crowded, and my shoulder bumps someone walking by, forcing me to turn so I’m pressed into Jake’s side and that’s when I notice a small alleyway lined with dozens of brightly colored surfboards. Tugging his hand, I pull him over and away from the crowds, my back against the hard fiberglass as his body crashes into mine. His mouth assaults mine, our teeth clashing, and our tongues restless and needy. Jake kisses and sucks and bites his way down my neck as I tangle my fingers in his hair.
There’s something so insanely hot about making out in public as the droves of people walk by blissfully unaware of us tucked into this little slice of anonymity on Waikiki. My senses are in overload as Jake makes his way down to my breast, his mouth biting and sucking at my nipple through my dress.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he groans, his hard-on pressing into me. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“And I’m not wearing any panties either.”
His hand slides up my thigh, but before he can check for himself, we’re interrupted by a group of laughing teenagers coming from the opposite direction as they stop and take some pictures with the surfboards.
“This way,” I murmur, my mouth next to Jake’s ear as I once again pull him in another direction. This time we’re walking back the way we came, our pace clipped.
“I think we should call an Uber,” Jake says, and I shake my head and walk straight for the nearest hotel.
The entrance to the hotel is packed with people, and while Waikiki is full of hotels, this beauty is the first one we come across. A stunning high-rise with unobstructed views of Diamond Head and Waikiki Beach, and balconies gracing all sides.
There’s no way this place has a room judging by the amount of people gathered in the lobby, but right now I’m fucking desperate to get in Jake’s pants, and that ride back to the North Shore could cool this whole thing down really fast.
Luckily for us the majority of people have already checked in and are just loitering in the stunning lobby. The attendant calls us up and we both move without preamble, and I’m already digging in my purse for my credit card.
“Checking in?” she asks, her smile warm and inviting, and I almost laugh out loud. This woman has no idea that we’re just here to fuck in her fancy hotel room.
“We don’t have a reservation,” Jake tells her, and she tilts her head to the side and wrinkles up her nose.
“We’re quite busy this time of year, but let me take a look. How long were you looking to stay?”
“One night,” Jake and I both respond in unison, and the woman gives us a strange look, as if she’s catching on or she thinks we’re here to rob the place.
Her fingers begin to deftly click away at the keyboard, and she moves her head from side to side a bit as she scrolls through the screen.
“We do have a couple of rooms left, but they’re our Orchid Suites.”
“How much?” Jake asks, like the look on her face isn’t screaming “more than your fucking mortgage,” as she shows her perfectly straight white teeth like the Chrissy Teigen meme.
“Nineteen hundred a night…” she pauses for a split second as her words sink in and then she adds, talking rather quickly, “but it’s a stunning room. Penthouse level with amazing views of Diamond Head and the ocean, a beautiful terrace that runs the length of the entire room. It has a huge soaker tub…”
“We’ll take it,” I announce, interrupting her sales pitch as I shove my credit card and driver’s license across the counter.
“Wonderful!” she gloats as she looks at both of us, wondering if we are someone famous she can tell her friends about. Nope, just two desperate and horny people willing to pay a week’s salary to take our clothes off in front of each other and dirty a bed. “Again, the room is just stunning. Would you like me to send up some champagne and fruit? We have the most delicious fresh fruit…”
“No,” Jake deadpans, shaking his head, “Just the room keys, please.”
“No problem, sir.”
She slides the keycard across the counter and gives us a quick rundown of where the elevators are and where our room is located, and as she’s continuing her hospitality spiel, Jake and I are already heading in the direction of the elevators.
Jake hits the button, and we stand side-by-side, not touching or speaking. The vestibule with the elevators is teeming with tourists, everyone waiting to return to their rooms, but none with the desperation that is coursing through my body.
My legs move, my knees bending as I bounce a little, and when the doors open, I give no haste, stepping in and moving to the back corner with Jake following closely behind.
The people file in, packing it to an extreme, and the elevator begins to stop on nearly every floor, but by the fifteenth floor it falls empty. And when the last person steps out, the doors shooting closed, my mouth is on Jake’s. Our kisses are relentless and desperate, and everything in me aches to have him inside me. He cups my breast, squeezing and groping at me with reckless abandon.
The elevator dings, the doors open to an empty hallway, and we make our way to our room with me following behind Jake. He shoves the keycard in, and holding the door open, I walk in first.
The room is massive, but I don’t even give myself a chance to explore, just head toward the sliding glass doors that open to an oversized balcony that runs the length of the room.
Even in the darkness of the night, you can see the outline of Diamond Head and hear the sound of the waves and I press against the railing taking it all in. I feel Jake come up behind me, pushing my hair to the side; he begins to kiss my neck, his hands sliding under my dress.
I turn in his arms, wanting him, but there’s far more here than just desperation to satisfy my need. Being close to him, trusting him, giving myself to him in a way that I haven’t done in years. He gets to have my body, but he also has my heart.
And in the darkness out on the balcony, he pushes my dress up over my head and tosses it aside as I stand naked and exposed in front of him.
“Taylor,” he growls, my name almost painful on his lips, and he bends down and takes my already taut nipple in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth and the coolness of the evening air cause all sensation to shoot straight to my center.
I hitch my leg around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding myself against his hard cock, and soaking the front of his shorts with my wetness. My hips moving as I dry hump him like a high schooler desperate to get laid.
“Jake, please,” I beg, needing him inside me. “Fuck me, now.”
“I’ve waited this long, and I’m not fucking you until I taste you.”
His mouth trails down my body, stopping as he tastes and sucks and bites at my overly sensitive skin.
When his mouth stops between my legs, his fingers running through my wetness, I moan out loud, my breathing labored, my heart racing. It’s been so long, and one touch from his mouth and I’ll come undone.
“I’m going to come fast,” I warn, my cheeks heating up and flushing bright red. My admission is almost an embarrassment to how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone.
“Then come all over my face.”