Kailyn
Snuggled under a cozy blanket in Jake’s empty house is not how I envisioned my Saturday turning out, but it makes me giddy and puts a smile on my face all the same.
Before he left for the afternoon, I told him that I would stay all day and be here when he returned. I had a brief moment of hesitation that I was overstepping, but from the bright smile that lit up his face, and the way he gazed longingly at me, I knew it was the right thing to say.
He left me his spare key, letting me know that if I needed to go home for some stuff or get out of the house I was more than welcome too.
Once he was gone, I got dressed and dropped by my apartment for a change of clothes and an overnight bag, just in case.
Then, I made my way to the grocery store and picked up a few items to make dinner when he got home.
I’m currently reading on my Kindle to pass the time. It’s been nice to just have a day to relax. Getting to spend it in the comfort of his house, knowing that he’s coming home to me fills me with so much warmth and happiness.
I’m just finishing up the latest chapter in a steamy stepdad cowboy romance, when I decide to take a shower before starting on dinner.
Jake texted me that he would be home soon and that was about thirty minutes ago, so I quickly tuck my kindle into its sleeve, placing it on the side table next to the couch and make my way down the hall to the bathroom.
Once inside, I strip myself of my clothes and step under the warm spray of water, using the shampoo and conditioner that smells like him, like home.
I wash my body and hair, taking my time to soak in the heat from the shower as it relaxes my muscles.
Once done, I dry off and then walk naked into his closet to search for a shirt of his to wear.
I pass by his shirts all neatly lined up, then his pants arranged from jeans to slacks to dress pants, and then a dresser that has his boxers, socks and sweats sat in the middle.
On the opposite side of the dresser hangs some of his suits and dress shoes lining the wall.
I go to pick out one of his t-shirts when I spot something in the far back corner.
Making my way over, I pull on the fabric to see that it’s his jersey.
Remembering my tease from earlier about rewarding him, I snag the jersey off the hanger and gently tug it over my wet hair. Hockey jerseys usually run bigger, and with it having to fit over his gear and muscular build, it fits perfectly over me, stopping mid-thigh.
I pause to look at the full-length mirror, admiring myself.
The lingerie set was more for me to build my confidence and sex appeal in myself, to truly feel beautiful back when I didn’t feel like I had much worth. This, wearing his jersey, seeing myself bare and exposed like this, I’m overtaken by the beauty that stares back at me.
Yes, I might have rolls and stretch marks that line my hips and stomach, the gap between my thighs filled in more, but there’s so much more that defines me.
Looking at myself right now, I feel my confidence slipping into place, the power that people have tried to take from me solidifying until it’s wrapping around me like a shield.
My curves are beautiful, my body is sexy, and my mind is powerful.
The front door opens, and a deep voice calls out for me. “Baby, I’m home.” That sends goosebumps up my arms and a warm feeling across my heart. I take one final look at myself, and then make my way to his bed, crawling to the center where I sit on my knees waiting patiently for him.
“Hi, Jake. Did you have fun with the guys?” I ask, keeping my tone light.
“It was a lot of fun actually.”
“Yeah? I’m glad you got to spend that time with them.”
There's some rustling, before the sound of footsteps echo down the hall. “Yeah, me, too. I’m glad you convinced me to go.” The door is slightly closed, so he doesn’t see me right away as he steps in. His hand curls around the door, pushing it open.
“Baby, what are…?” Whatever he was about to say trails off as he stops dead in his tracks, mouth slightly ajar and eyes growing twice their size.
I smile at him, biting my bottom lip as I watch his gaze zero in on my mouth. He slowly makes his way over to me, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the chair that sits in the corner. He stops when he gets to the edge of his bed, his hands curling into his pockets. “Is this all for me?”
“That depends.” Slowly, I stretch my hands out and crawl the expanse of the bed toward him, stopping when I reach the end and then sit back, my hands reaching out for his belt loops and tugging him closer. “Were you a good boy today?” I ask in a soft and seductive tone.
He gazes down at me, a dark and lustful haze taking over his eyes. “I promise, I was such a good boy.”
I lean up, kissing the underside of his jaw, making my way down his throat to his collarbone where I bite down, causing a small bruise to form. His head tilts back and he lets out a loud groan, his body arching closer to mine.
Continuing to trail kisses along his neck, I start to undo his zipper, reaching into his boxers and taking his hardened cock into my hand. My thumb gently runs over the head, spreading precum all over. His hands finally find me, fisting into my hair and pulling me back, so we’re eye to eye again.
“What are you doing to me, baby girl?” His voice is hoarse, filled with so much lust and frustration.
“I promised you a reward when you got home, and I intend to deliver.” Pulling from his grasp, I sink down until I’m face to face with his cock, taking one long lick from base to tip before sucking him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He groans.
I suck him further into my mouth, lapping my tongue down his length as I bob my head up and down. His hands find the back of my neck, gripping at the hairs there and guiding me up and down, controlling the pace.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” I continue to let him guide me up and down, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the pleasure that’s building in my core.
I run my tongue up his shaft, trying to bring him to the brink of orgasm.
Last night was about me, him taking care of me, pleasuring me and making me see stars.
Tonight, I’m in charge. It’s all about him and his pleasure.
I pull back letting his cock fall from my mouth and sinking lower toward his balls as I suck one into my mouth, my hand returning to his length and jerking him off to the sounds of his breathing.
“Shit, baby girl. You’re fucking incredible.
I’m so close.” One of his hands releases my hair, trailing down my back.
I can feel the jersey ride up, exposing my bare ass for him.
His hand explores the globes of my ass cheeks, dipping down and brushing his thumb over my exposed hole.
I buck backward at the contact, his grunts becoming heavier. “Fuck baby, you went bare for me.”
I feel a slap against my ass, followed by two more in quick succession. My eyes roll back and I moan at the stinging sensation.
Feeling his balls tighten in my mouth, I release him.
My tongue slowly glides back up his length, and I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
My eyes sting at the pressure, but I push past the discomfort and breath in through my nose, sucking him in just a little further before his orgasm rips through him.
His come is thick, spurting down my throat, and I do my best to swallow every last drop.
His hands tighten in my hair, his body wracked in shudders, grunts and curses escaping his mouth.
Slowly, I start to release him, making sure to lick up any cum that’s left.
Once I pop off of him, there’s a pool of saliva that he catches with his thumb.
He puts his thumb in my mouth, and I suck on the tip, lightly biting at it.
I pull back just enough to look into his eyes and see that he has a blissed out expression on his face.
I release his thumb from my mouth, surging up and kissing him, becoming a heated mess of tangled tongues and teeth.
Not breaking the kiss, he shimmies the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxers before kicking them off to the side. I pull back from the kiss, and shift closer to him to wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s my turn to be in charge tonight. Now sit and let me give you the rest of your reward.”
His hands travel down and grab onto my hips. “You mean I get more than seeing you look fucking breathtaking and sinful in my jersey while you suck me off?”
I release him, pushing lightly at his chest so he takes a step back.
Following, I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it off, throwing it onto the pile with the rest of his clothes.
I turn us around before shoving him onto the bed.
“There’s so many things I want to do to you, Jake.
Just follow my directions and tonight has the chance of being the best night of your life. ”
“Yes ma’am.” He slides up the bed and lies down with his head near the headboard.
With a quick shake of my shoulders and a new found confidence and love for myself, I climb the bed and make my way up his chest before I straddle his face, lining my center up with his mouth. “I want to sit on your face.”
His hands instinctively reach for my thighs, pulling me down just a little so he can look right at me. “Kailyn, are you sure? I know how you used to feel about this. Don’t do this for me.”
When we were dating the first time, Jake had said once that he wanted me to ride his face.
At the time, I was very insecure about it, worried that I was too heavy, that I would suffocate him and that he’d hate it.
I decided to give in and try anyway, and I ended up in tears over it, having a full blown panic attack about my body issues and my confidence in myself.
He held me that night and told me we never had to try it again.
Tonight, with this new found confidence in myself, I want to do this, not just for him but for me. For the younger version of me who never thought she could get over her fears.
“I promise, I want this. Please let me ride your face, Jake.” With one final look in my eyes, he pulls my thighs up his face and sucks my clit into his mouth, my hands gripping the head board at the contact.
“Oh, fuck yes.” His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking it into his mouth as my thighs tighten around his head.
On instinct, I pull them apart but he releases me and moans “You better not pull away. I want your gorgeous thighs to suffocate me under here. Drown me in your taste.” That’s all I need to hear before I sink back down onto his mouth as he latches back onto my clit once again.
My thighs clench around his head, smothering him as I feel my wetness growing.
His hands wrap around my back as they both lift and come back down with two large cracks against my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, spank me again, please.” I’m practically yelling, my pleasure surging in my lower belly. He follows my request, his hands making contact with my ass cheeks again and again.
His tongue slides lower, dipping into my entrance as his nose brushes along my clit.
I grind down on him harder, wanting more and more from him.
His hands land one more smack on my ass before he's gripping my cheeks, spreading them apart and his thumb slides over my hole and I’m spilling into his mouth.
My orgasm takes over, wave after wave of pleasure exploding from me.
My hands tighten on the headboard, my body wracked with pleasure as I come down from the high.
He licks my pussy until he has every last drop before he grabs my hips and pulls me back to his chest. I get a good look at his face, my come dripping from his chin.
Sliding down his thighs, I lay over him and lick up the mess I’ve left on his chin and chest.
“Fuck, baby girl. I think you’ve ruined me.” He chuckles lightly, and I pull back looking into his eyes as I laugh with him.
“I’ve been ruined for everyone since the day I met you,” I confess.
His hands slide down my back and settle at my waist. My forehead rests on his as we breath each other in.
“I never want you to take that jersey off. You’re only allowed to walk around with my name on your back from now on.”
“I think I can do that. It’ll be something for you to come home to.”
His breath catches before he quickly releases it, but I catch onto it.
“What? Was that not the right thing to say?”
“No baby, it wasn’t wrong. Fuck…it’s just…that’s the second time you’ve called this place home.” There’s a longing in his eyes, but also a vulnerability that’s hidden there. So I give him my own truth.
“Because it is home. I don’t want to rush things, which is ironic given how fast we’ve done things this time around, but I think it’s safe to say that this is our endgame, and I’m not going to hide from what I want anymore.”
“Tell me what you want then, beautiful.”
My throat clogs with emotion, my heart settling to a steady rhythm as I lay my final pieces on the table. “You. This. I want a life with you. Waking up next to you. Making breakfast and cuddling on the couch. Date nights and silly inside jokes. Anything and everything that comes with it.”
“I want all of that, too. I’ve only ever wanted a life with you.”
“Then, we make it happen. Together.”
Even though he hasn’t said the actual words to me this time around, I can see the love shining through his eyes. I can feel it in the way he smiles at me, the way he touches me, the way he takes care of me.
“I’m never letting you go, never again.” His lips brush against mine, a smile on both of our faces as we breathe each other in and let the rest of the outside world fade.