18. Jake
Eighteen
Jake
She stares down at me, her eyes dark but focused as she watches me hover between her legs. Eventually, she slides a hand through my hair, bringing me closer, still watching as I bury my face between her legs. As my mouth touches her, I moan. She tastes like the ocean and sex, two of my favorite things.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” I growl.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I continue, licking and teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to her release, only to pull back when she’s almost there.
“Jake,” she moans in frustration, her fingers tightening their grip in my hair. I smile against her before sucking hard and making her moan again. “Yes,” she pants. “Fuck, yes.”
I slip a finger inside her, pumping in and out as I continue to suck and lick. I feel her leg, which is draped over my shoulder, start to shake, and I curl my other arm around her hips, holding her up.
She’s moaning above me, one hand in my hair, the other gripping the balcony railing so tight, her knuckles are white. I can tell she’s close, and just as I slip a second finger inside her, it happens, a loud “Yes!” falling from her lips as I feel her clench around my fingers as she finally comes.
I stay where I am, slowly licking her, still moving my fingers in and out of her as she comes down from the high. When I feel her body start to sag, I stand, gathering her into my arms and walking us back into the huge hotel room.
I back her up against the large king bed, kissing her deeply before stepping back and pulling all of my clothes off. She watches me intently, her eyes raking over every inch of my body. My hard cock stands out between us and when I step toward her, she reaches forward and grips me in her hand, her fingers circling around my hard shaft.
“Taylor,” I moan, moving my hand so it covers hers.
She smiles as she slowly moves our hands up and down my dick, her other hand curling around the back of my neck and bringing my mouth back to hers.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against mine. “I want to feel your hard cock, filling me, stretching me, making me come.”
I smile against her mouth, remembering our text exchange. “Lie back on the bed,” I tell her, watching as she does. I lean down, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs so she’s open to me, before kneeling between them.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, my stare locked with hers, before I slowly drop my eyes down her body to her center. “I fucking love eating you out.”
Taylor smiles up at me as she bends her knees, opening herself up to me even more. I groan as I scrub a hand across my mouth, wanting another taste.
“Fuck me, Jake,” she says, reaching for me. “I want to feel you.”
I hover over her, a hand on either side of her head. Taylor’s hands slide around my arse, pulling me closer before she slips one hand to my cock, positioning me.
She rubs the tip of my cock against her, and I can feel her wetness. Lowering my hips, we both watch as I slowly push inside her, both of us groaning as I do.
When our hips are pressed together, my cock buried deep inside her, Taylor wraps her arms around me as I slide mine under her shoulders. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, sucking on her bottom lip as my tongue slides over hers.
“God, you feel fantastic,” I murmur, just as she tilts her hips and I slide even deeper inside her.
“So do you,” she whispers, before kissing me again, hungrily this time.
As our kisses grow desperate and needy, I start to move my hips. I try to go slowly at first, thrusting in and out of her in long, deep strokes because I really want to make this last. But I can’t hold back, crashing my hips against hers with an urgency I’ve never felt before.
Taylor wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my arse as she urges me deeper, her own hips rising off the bed to meet mine, our kisses never stopping. I can feel her heart, hammering in her chest against mine, her body now slick with sweat as I pound into her, relentlessly.
I know neither of us is going to last long. This first time was always going to be a desperate, hurried fuck to release all the tension that has been building between us this past week. But that’s okay because we have all night to keep doing this.
“Fuck, Taylor,” I groan into her mouth, my hips moving faster and harder as I drive into her over and over again.
“Yes,” she cries, her nails digging into my back as she holds me against her. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, biting it and sending a spike of lust straight down my spine. I feel my balls tighten, my hips moving even faster.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I say, my hands cupping her head as I kiss her hard.
“Yes,” she cries again. “Yes…yes.”
Then I feel it, as she clenches tightly around my cock and sends me flying over the edge, the rush better than anything I’ve ever felt before. “Taylor,” I groan as my back arches and I push even deeper inside her and come hard, pulling her along with me.
I collapse on top of her, my face buried against her neck as she wraps me tightly in her arms and legs, holding me close. Both of us are breathing hard, our hearts pounding against each other.
Eventually, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers. “Fuck me,” I breathe out, a huge grin on my face.
Taylor laughs. “I think I just did.”
Laughing, I roll us over so she’s on top of me, our bodies still joined. “Yeah, you sure did,” I tell her.
She lifts her head, brushing a hand through my hair. “You were right about the foreplay,” she says, a smile tugging at her mouth. “That was intense.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, it’s not over yet, baby,” I say, leaning up to kiss her. “I hope you weren’t planning on actually sleeping in this room?”
Taylor laughs, sitting up on my hips. “Wanna take a shower?” she asks. “Before round two?”
I sit up to face her, my cock, which is still buried inside her, shifting and making us both groan. “Round two?” I ask, pulling that bottom lip of hers between my teeth. “It’ll be round three by the time we get out of the shower.”
Because this is a luxury suite, the shower turns out to be the perfect place for sex. The whole stall is actually big enough to lie down in, but we don’t, instead making use of the perfectly positioned ledge that I sit Taylor on as I step between her legs and fuck her hard. Water cascades down from multiple showerheads and I watch as it falls onto her body, droplets hanging from her nipples that I can’t resist leaning in to suck off.
After we’ve fucked and then cleaned each other up, we get out, our skin now red from the heat of the water as we dry off in front of the huge mirror that covers an entire wall of the bathroom.
I rub my hair dry with the towel and when I’m done, I lower it to find Taylor watching me in the mirror, her eyes dark and filled with lust as she drops her gaze lower to my cock.
With my eyes on hers, I take it in my hand, slowly jerking myself off as I continue to watch her in the mirror. Taylor stares back at me, dropping her towel to the floor as I step closer.
With my hand between her shoulder blades, I gently push her forward, so she’s bent over the vanity. I step closer, dropping a kiss to her shoulder blade as I rub my cock against her arse, my leg nudging hers apart.
She watches me the whole time, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror as I run the head of my cock against her, teasing her, slipping the tip in and out.
Taylor grips the vanity, her mouth falling open a little as she stares back at me, her eyes now pools of blackness, her breathing already ragged. My gaze locks with hers as I slowly slide inside her, my hands gripping her hips.
I fuck her slowly this time, slower than before, my eyes only leaving hers when I see her take one hand from the vanity and move it between her legs, where she slowly starts to rub her clit.
I lean forward and press kisses to her spine, my eyes moving to where my wet cock pushes in and out of her, before I lift them back to hers.
I force myself to keep it slow, thrusting in and out of her in long, deep strokes, so the only sounds filling the bathroom are her soft moans, my low groans and our skin as it meets. I don’t take my eyes off her, watching in the mirror as she gets herself off while I fuck her from behind.
When she finally does come, her eyes close, her head falling forward as I continue to push into her, riding out her orgasm as I come long and hard inside her.
Afterward, I take her back to bed, where we collapse against the sheets. We lie in silence, both of us catching our breath as it occurs to me everything we’ve just done.
“Taylor.”
“Yeah?” she asks, rolling onto her side to face me.
I roll my head on the pillow so I’m facing her. “All this sex and we’ve… well, I’ve never once, you know, bagged it?”
She gives me a small smile. “I know,” she says. “I don’t normally…and I’m…well I’m on the pill, so it’s, you know, okay, I promise.”
“I trust you,” I tell her quickly. “And I’m okay too.”
She leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. “I trust you too, Jake,” she whispers, and I know how much it takes for her to admit that. I kiss her again, a silent thank you before she adds, “This might be the first time I wish I didn’t have to fly tomorrow.”
“How long are you in L.A. for before you fly again?”
“One night,” she says, her hand reaching out to brush a path across my chest. “You?”
“Two,” I say, grabbing her hand and lifting it to my mouth. “I don’t want this to stop when we get back, Taylor,” I say, my words serious.
She watches as I suck her finger into my mouth. “Neither do I,” she whispers.
I grin, sucking harder. “Good,” I murmur, slowly pulling her finger from my mouth. “Because I really, really like fucking you,” I say, watching her. “I love how you taste and how you feel. I love how good it feels having my cock inside you.” Taylor’s breathing grows deeper, her body inching closer to mine as I keep talking. “I love watching you come, hearing you say my name as you do,” I add, slowly sucking her finger into my mouth again. “And I want to fuck you every way I can,” I tell her. “Hard, slow, every possible position, all of it.”
“Jake,” she whimpers, her body now pressed up against mine.
“I can’t get enough of you, Taylor,” I continue. “You’re like a drug to me,” I admit as I lower her hand to my cock, which is once again hard and ready for her.
She gasps, propping herself up as she watches me close her fingers around it. I don’t take my eyes off her, watch as she licks her lips and stares at my cock. Then she smiles and moves down the bed, pressing her mouth against my hip, her teeth gently biting.
“Taylor,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as I feel her tongue now circle the head of my cock before she takes me deep in her mouth. “Fuuuucckk.”
I slide a hand behind my head so I can watch her, her eyes flicking to mine from under her long lashes as she starts to suck me off. It’s intoxicating watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth, her tongue teasing the head, her teeth gently scraping the shaft.
She slips her other hand to my balls, cradling them in her fingers as she ups the tempo, her mouth moving up and down my cock in a way that’s going to make me come very quickly.
“Taylor, babe,” I say, reaching for her. “Come here.”
She lifts her head. “What?” she breathes out.
“I need to be inside you.”
She smiles, moving so she’s straddling my hips, hovering over me. I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto my dick, her hands on my chest, nails digging into my skin. I slide my hands up her thighs to her hips, lifting her as she starts to ride me.
As she works herself against me, my thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in time to her movements. Smiling, she lifts her hands from my chest to her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples, twisting them as her head falls back and she starts to ride me harder and faster, giving me the most amazing view.
My hand grips her hip harder, my thumb moving against her clit until I start to feel her come, her tightness pulling me over the edge as I explode inside her again.
We eventually fuck ourselves into exhaustion and when morning comes, the sun streaming in through the still open blinds, I roll over, my body curling around hers one last time before we have to head back into the real world.
After we shower and check out, we grab an Uber back to the other side of the island and our hotel. At her hotel room door, I pull her in for a hard kiss. “Meet you downstairs in twenty?”
She nods, her face flushed and relaxed, despite the tiredness.
In my room, I quickly change into my uniform and pack, before heading back downstairs to reception. While I wait for Taylor, I take care of both of our rooms, knowing she outlaid far more for last night. When she finally comes downstairs, she’s dressed in her uniform, that beautiful body I spent all night exploring and worshiping, now covered.
“Ready to go?” I ask, slipping my hand into hers.
“No,” she replies, pouting a little.
I chuckle, tugging her in for a kiss. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” I whisper. “We can have sleepovers back home too.”
She smiles against my mouth, holding me close as she says, “Stay at my place tomorrow night before I leave again?”
Nibbling on her bottom lip, I reply, “Absolutely. This isn’t a one-time thing for me,” I add, wondering how the hell I’m ever going to spend a night without her.
How the hell am I so whipped already?
“Well technically,” she says, a cheeky smile on her face, “it was far more than one time.”
The trip to the airport goes quickly and when we arrive and check in, we both flip back to work mode, maintaining our distance and an air of professionalism, even if I’m still remembering what she felt like naked beneath me.
None of the other crew comment on the fact we didn’t stay at the same hotel as them and none of them ask where we’ve been either. I’m not sure if they can all tell there’s something going on between us or if they’ve heard through the grapevine that I don’t engage in discussion about Taylor Patterson and her so-called reputation.
After we run through the usual pre-flight checklists, we taxi to the runway and takeoff, the beautiful blue waters and green mountains of Hawaii slowly disappearing from view. When I glance over at Taylor, I watch her as she stares out the window, a wistful look on her face.
“Hey,” I say, reaching for her hand.
She turns to face me, watches as I lift her fingers to my lips and press a silent kiss against them. Smiling, she strokes my cheek before pulling her hand back and continuing with the takeoff.
After we level out at our cruising altitude, I let Taylor take the first break, getting in some much-needed sleep after our all-night sex marathon. I spend the hours alone in the cockpit remembering last night. How amazing it felt to finally be with her and how uninhibited she was with sex.
God, there are so many things I want to do with her. I just hope we can find a way to make this work, to spend time together in amongst our crazy schedules. Between her upcoming flights to Canada and the US and my trip to Singapore and Hong Kong, after tomorrow night, it’s going to be a week before we see each other again. I don’t know what that time apart is going to do to us.
“You want to get some rest?” Taylor asks as she closes the cockpit door behind her.
I check my watch before I look up and smile at her. “Might be a good idea,” I say. “I’ve got a busy night ahead of me when I get back,” I add, winking at her.
When she’s back in her seat and ready to take over, I get up, handing her the logbook. I turn to leave, but stop myself; leaning down, I cup her face in my hands and press a deep kiss to her mouth.
Then without a word, I walk out and go and get some sleep.
By the time we touch down in L.A. the sun is rising on a new day. Taylor and I do the usual run through before grabbing our bags and heading out of the cockpit. When we reach the doors to the outside of the terminal and the crew bus that’s waiting to take us to the crew parking lot, I turn to face her.
“So,” I say, smiling as I rock on my heels. “You want me to come over now or later?”