Chapter 3
Nora
Jake’s house is located down a dead-end road lined with oak trees.
At the end, there’s a nice two-story brick house with a large front porch.
Everything is surprisingly neat. The lawn is freshly mowed and the flower beds flanking the front porch are full and beautiful.
I can see it all because the porch light is on.
Jake even has a detached garage. I can barely see the silhouette of a motorcycle sitting off to the side, while he’s not a biker, I guess he likes to ride.
Probably one of those weekend riders my father makes fun of.
He pulls into his driveway and switches off the engine. We sit there for an awkward moment before he asks, “Are you sure about staying? There’s no pressure. If you want, I can drop you off at your house or anywhere else you want to go.”
I don’t hesitate. “If the offer is still open, I’d really like to stay the night with you.”
“Are you kiddin’ me? It’s all I can do not to haul you out of this SUV, throw you over my shoulder and run off with you.”
I chuckle, staring at his playful expression. “Best leash the inner caveman for now. He might come in handy later though.”
“I’m glad you decided to stay. Let’s get you out of the cold before you change your mind.”
Climbing out of the driver’s seat, he comes around and opens my door. I follow him up the walk and onto his front porch. Jake wastes no time unlocking the door and ushering me into his warm home.
The interior is all dark colors and masculine decor. It’s not exactly a man cave but it doesn’t have a woman’s touch anywhere that I can see. Considering his age, I would have thought he might have been married at one time.
We sit on his sofa and drift around for a conversation starter. “Your house is nice,” I comment. “Did you decorate it yourself?”
He nods. “Yeah, I bought it when I came out of the military. It’s always just been me. My old man lived in town to be closer to his medical providers. My mom passed when I was ten.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I never knew my mom. She ran off when I was a baby. It was always just my dad, my two brothers and me.”
“That must have been hard, being raised in a house of men.”
I shrug and say nothing, because the problem didn’t have anything to do with them being men. It was hard because they were assholes.
“Do you want a drink? I can get you a coffee or a hot chocolate?”
I can’t believe this guy. He’s rough on the outside but soft as a marshmallow on the inside. “No, I’m fine,” I tell him.
We talk about nothing for a while. Jake makes me laugh.
I watch his hands while he talks. He has good hands.
They’re big and his knuckles have been broken at some point.
I’ve been around outlaw bikers enough to know what that looks like.
There’s a small burn scar on the back of one.
The silver ring on his right ring finger catches the light when he moves.
I realize, at one point, that it’s been handcrafted.
I reach out and take his hand to have a closer look. “Did you make this?” I ask.
“Yeah, I make rings from old silver coins and spoon handles. I have a little setup at the parts store. It gives me something to do in my downtime. I can’t stand sitting around and doing nothin’.”
“Well, I don’t even know why I’m surprised. You’re clearly a talented man, Jake.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “And good with my hands.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I tell him. Leaning closer, I add, “However, I’m more interested in how talented your lips are.”
His face lights up. “I thought you’d never fuckin’ ask.”
When his lips ghost over mine, it’s totally different from anything I’ve experienced in the world of kissing before. This man can kiss.
He slides one hand through my hair and tilts my head back, deepening the kiss. When his tongue slips into my mouth, it’s everything I thought it would be and more.
When his hand slides to my hip, I freeze up. He notices right away and pulls back. “Are you okay? Are we movin’ too fast?”
I shake my head, unable to easily find the words for what I need to say.
One rough hand comes up to cup my cheek, and his thumb rubs my skin. “Tell me what’s on your mind. No matter what it is, I won’t be mad. If you don’t wanna do this, we’re fine. I can take you home or you can stay in my guest room.”
I push the words out. “It’s not that. It’s just I haven’t done this before,” I say.
Not moving his hand, he responds, “Define this.”
“I’ve not slept with anyone before.”
“Not ever?”
I shake my head again, reluctant to say it out loud again.
Jake is quiet for so long that I worry he’s gonna throw me out on my ear. Finally, he says, “You’re at least twenty-one. I know that because the bouncers are militant about checkin’ IDs at the bar.”
“I’m actually twenty-two. How old are you?”
His hand drops away and he takes a deep breath. “I’m closing in on forty.”
“That’s fine by me,” I assure him.
He says, “If you don’t mind me asking, why haven’t you hooked up with anyone before?”
I say, “Because I never found anyone I wanted enough to overcome the awkwardness of getting naked with them.”
“Yet, you came home with me tonight,” he points out.
“You offered yourself to me and I wanted you. It’s as simple as that.”
He closes his eyes and when he opens them, his expression has changed. The playful, flirtatious, slightly cocky look on his face is gone, replaced by something more careful and a little softer.
“Nora,” he says. “Are you sure you want your first time to be with me?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t have come if I had any doubts.”
“Alright, but I need you to know that if you change your mind at any point, just tell me to stop. I’ll listen and won’t make you feel bad about it.”
“That’s perfect,” I tell him. “I knew that I made the right choice by coming here.”
He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom.
I try to rein in my emotions while Jake removes my clothing one piece at a time.
Even though I want to do this, I can’t help but feel embarrassed.
My brothers always teased me about how I looked, saying I was ugly.
When I’m standing in front of his bed totally naked, he says, “Damn! You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. ”
For a second, I stand in my naked glory and allow his words to wash away all my shame.
I’m standing in front of a man who is used to seeing women’s bodies, and he’s telling me in no uncertain terms that I’m beautiful.
The expression on his face is adoring and aroused.
The feeling of relief surging through my body right now is almost enough to buckle my knees.
He pulls roughly at his own clothing until he’s just all ink and tattoos that I can barely make out with the tears of relief shimmering in my eyes. He lays me down on my back and smooths his hands over my delicate skin. Everywhere he touches leaves trails of arousal behind.
Then he’s over me, kissing me on the lips, then the neck, and then moving down to my breasts. I never once suspected this kind of pleasure existed in the world. And now it’s all mine for the taking.
I find myself making soft sounds of pleasure as I claw softly at his chest.
He pulls back just enough to see my face. “I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman over here, but you’re making it hard. If you keep makin’ noises like that, sweetheart, I might end up coming before I make it inside you.”
“Now, you’re making me want to test all your limits.”
That startles a laugh out of him. “Look, I’m gonna have to prepare you to take my cock or it won’t be pleasurable. I need you to spread those pretty legs so I can put my mouth on you.”
I immediately comply because I want that so much. It’s something I’ve always longed for but never even come close to having. And Jake doesn’t hesitate, not even for a moment.
The next thing I know, his face is buried between my legs, and his tongue is going to town in a way I wouldn’t have been able to imagine before this moment.
It makes my toes curl and my hips involuntarily move against his mouth.
I feel shameless but he just encourages me and seems to get more excited the wetter I get.
At some point, I realize his fingers are inside my body, gently stretching me open, as his tongue circles around my clit in tight firm movements that drive me wild with need. When he finds my G-spot and sucks on my clit at the same time, my orgasm is explosive.
He crawls up my body and looks down at me. “Are you okay? We can take as long as you need.”
“No. Don’t stop. I want you inside me.”
I immediately blush at being so demanding. I want to cringe with embarrassment, but Jake doesn’t let me.
“That’s a good girl. Speak up and tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader.” His voice has become rougher.
I need to show him, not just tell him. I take his hard throbbing cock and put the tip at my entrance. I don’t know if I’m supposed to do that or not but I’m desperate to have him inside me, to finish whatever this is between us.
“I like the way your hands feel on me,” he breathes against my neck. “Show me how much you want me.”
He rolls us over so that I’m on top. It feels like a gift to be on top and have all the control.
Even though my body has barely stopped feeling the effects of the orgasm he gave me with his mouth, I still bear down, taking as much of him as I can.
At some point, it begins to burn but I don’t stop for anything.
“That’s it, you’re doing great, baby,” he whispers. His hands move over my body, teasing my nipples with one hand, while the other goes back to circling around my clit. My entire body is wracked with waves of pleasure, so strong I can hardly keep the downward pressure going.
Finally, the hand that was on my breasts moves down to my hip and he uses it to hold me in place as he punches his hips up, forcing me to take all of him. It feels amazing. I still my body and just enjoy the feeling of him.
“Okay, you’ve got to move. Fuck, Nora.”