Chapter 49
Jake
Scarlett’s truck pulls in late at night and if it weren’t for Cami here with me I’d walk my ass over there and go for that round two I wanted earlier. Maybe it’s for the best that Cami is here. Because I am struggling to play it cool.
I go to bed long after Cami disappears into her room but sleep eludes me.
All I can think about is all the different ways I want to take Scarlett now that I’ve had her.
I want her straddled over me, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rides me.
I daydream about taking her on the kitchen counter.
Mine or hers. Or Mine and hers. I picture the next time being long and slow and then I dream about taking the time to cuddle afterwards.
Scarlett falling asleep in my arms just like she did in my lap that first night.
By the time I’ve run through every fantasy I can come up with, it's well after midnight and sleep isn’t even on the horizon.
I get up from my bed and pad into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of bourbon.
I have high hopes that a small glass of the good stuff will put me out.
Before I get my glass filled though I notice a small pink square on the glass window of the front door.
It has a ten digit number and the words: Text me - S written on it.
There’s a heart drawn around the words. I open my door, imagining that she just dropped it off and she’ll be on the other side of the door when I open it.
No such luck. When I look over to the cottage I see that the entire place is pretty dark.
She could have been here hours ago for all I know.
I feel my heart sink knowing that I missed her.
I wish she would have knocked, I would have let her in and pulled her into my bed, even just to sleep.
I pull out my phone and add the number into the contacts list. Opening my messages app I start a new thread with the number on the sticky note.
Internally I debate with myself if it’s too late to text.
I reason with myself that the instructions were to text her so I gather up my courage and type out a message.
Me: Just saw your note, I’m sorry it’s so late but I couldn’t sleep. When can I see you again?
I head back to bed, bourbon in hand, fully expecting it to take at least until tomorrow morning for a response when my phone pings with an alert.
Scarlett: No need to be sorry. I can’t go to sleep yet because I’m in the middle of a chapter.
Me: In the middle of a chapter?
Scarlett: In my book. Everybody knows you can’t go to sleep in the middle of a chapter.
Me: Do I lose brownie points if I did not, in fact, know that?
Scarlett: No, but you’re lucky you have me to teach you these things.
Me: I actually love to be taught things. Wink emoji.
Scarlett: Oh yeah? I bet you make an excellent student.
Me: You bet your ass I do.
Me: Especially when my teacher is hot.
Scarlett: Hot huh?
Me: Smokin.
Scarlett: So, when can I see you again?
Me: Is now too soon?
Scarlett: Nope.
A giddiness fills my body as I prepare for Scarlett coming over.
In a sheer panic I clean up my bedroom a little, tidy up the adjoining bathroom, and once everything is ready I stand next to the front door, ready to open it and sneak her back to my bedroom before Cami wakes up.
I feel like a teenager again, although I never snuck a girl inside this house before.
It’s somehow simultaneously forever and no time at all when Scarlett arrives at the door.
I open the door to see her dressed in her pajamas.
Her black hair is in a braid off to one side and it’s easy to see that she’s not wearing a bra under her oversized t-shirt that hangs off of one shoulder.
She wore her glasses this time and I love the way they frame her blue-green eyes.
I love the way she didn’t dress up to come over here.
She came over just as she is and it’s my favorite version of her.
“Hi,” I whisper. Immediately cursing myself for not coming up with something better to say than hi.
“Hi,” she says back with a big smile. She comes inside and surprises me by wrapping her arms around me. “I’ve been wanting to see you all day. Sorry, I should probably let you sleep but I really wanted to see you.”
“Please, as if I’d choose sleep over you.” I wrap my hands around her waist and it brings to mind all the things I envisioned earlier. “Can I get you anything? Some wine?”
Scarlett shakes her head, “Not unless you want me asleep in your lap again.”
“We don’t have to do anything, you know.” I’m excited to see her and obviously I’d love to do all the things with her but I don’t want her to feel pressured.
“Let’s just see where the night takes us,” Scarlett says, laying her hand on my chest.
“It’s morning technically.”
“Always a smartass.” She teases, breaking away from me.
This time when she walks into the bedroom, I get to follow behind her.
When she gets inside the doorway she slowly removes her oversized t-shirt and tosses it to the floor.
She saunters over to the bed, her milky skin begging for my touch.
The tips of my fingers burn to feel the smoothness of her skin underneath them.
She walks over to the opposite side of the bed and pulls back the covers.
She strips off her pants, leaving a white pair of all lace underwear, the only thing she leaves on as she crawls into my sheets.
I stand there, in shock and awe of this beautiful woman being nearly naked in my bed.
My bed. Wrapped in my sheets. “Are you going to join me?”
I snap out of my stupor and begin to close the door, I pause right before the door closes and press it in softly and quietly until it latches so that my excitement doesn’t wake up Cami and I have to answer questions that will be way worse than they were last time.
I remove my basketball shorts and t-shirt and hop into bed.
“You know, I’m kind of jealous of how comfortable your bed is,” Scarlett said, wriggling closer to me.
Heat radiates off of her body and I feel an insane sense of relief the second my fingers touch her bare skin.
I rub soft, slow circles around her back and she inches even closer.
When she settles as close as she can get she lets out a satisfied sound.
I rest my chin on her head and continue rubbing her back.
Scarlett takes a deep breath, her breasts pushing into me and I have little control over what pushes back into her.
“Is it better with or without me in it?” I ask. “You sounded like you might have had a good time in it last time.”
She scooches back and I’m instantly sad without her pressed directly up against me, “Well, that night was fun, but I bet it would be better with you in it.” She bites the side of her lower lip and I can’t help the way it makes my dick twitch.
“What did you do that night?”
“I got myself off but I pretended it was you.” She bites her lip again, looking nervous that I’ll have an opinion about this confession. Which I do, but it damn sure isn’t a negative one.
“I see,” I say, grabbing the top of her underwear and slowly pulling them down.
I take my time, making sure to rub my hand along her ass once it’s bare.
I trace down the length of her thigh, every inch of her body exciting me more.
Scarlett takes control and finishes taking her panties off completely.
“Did you think about me doing this?” I ask as I work my fingers towards her center.
Scarlett turns her body, laying on her back, opening her legs for me.
I trace around the outside before I gently part her lips, feeling her wetness on my fingertip.
I close my eyes, feeling my cock throb knowing that she’s this wet for me.
Scarlett nods in answer to my question as I continue slowly sliding my finger back and forth, working my way towards entering her.
“Did you think about me doing this?” I ask while I take my soaking wet finger and just barely rub circles around her clit.
A quick inhale of her breath gives me the answer I need.
Her hand works its way to my boxers, palming my hard length underneath the fabric.
She wastes no time in pulling the fabric down away from my body, freeing my cock.
Skin to skin contact on the most sensitive part of my body makes me moan and Scarlett removes her hand from my dick and covers my mouth.
“Shhh,” she whispers. “Don’t wake Cami.”
Again, it’s like being a teenager. Trying to get your rocks off before your parents hear you. I nod my head which makes Scarlett release my mouth and bring her hand back to where I desperately want to feel it. We tease each other back and forth until we can’t stand it anymore.
“Jake, I need you,” Scarlett pleads in a raspy, needy breath.
I grab a condom from the nightstand. Scarlett takes the wrapper from my hand, opening it up with her teeth and stroking my cock as she slides it on.
The act is so incredibly sexy that I almost want to come undone into the condom in her hand.
“Ride me,” I say once it’s on and I’ve regained control.
Scarlett smiles a wicked smile and climbs on top of me, she grabs my cock and I stay still as she works her way to sit on it.
She makes a groan that’s a mixture between pain and pleasure when she’s finally fully seated. “Take your time,” I encourage.
She takes a deep breath and I study her body, so beautifully silky smooth on top of me.
Her body is perfect from her perky breasts to her curvy hips and her solid midsection in between.
When she’s ready she starts to move her hips in a riding motion, sliding her body back and forth making an intense sensation.
I grab her hips, slowing her motion before I combust inside her before she’s ready.
When she’s going at a rhythm I can handle I bring my attention to that little bundle of nerves.
With a mixture of pressure and motion I move my thumb on her clit as she rides me exactly how I had imagined.
As the wave of pleasure builds for her she slows her pace, focusing on her own orgasm, which is just fine by me.
I watch her throw her head back, her long black hair falling into the middle of her back while she moans and then remembers to be quiet so she turns her moans into gasps.
She reaches up and grabs her nipples, giving them a tiny squeeze right as she finds her release.
Her face pinches as the orgasm crashes into her, she rides the wave and peace washes over her face.
She brings her arms down to the bed, balancing her weight on them and bounces her ass up and down, making the sensation feel incredible for me.
Her lips crash into mine and I run my hands along her body, feeling hungry for her.
She grinds against my body and when I can’t take it anymore I kiss her, moaning my pleasure into her mouth in an attempt to be quiet.
Scarlett brings her body back up, looking at me through a curtain of hair and I have a stark realization that I’ve only had this woman twice now but I don’t want to go another day without her.