36. Chapter 36
Charlotte
It’s date night, and my nerves are making my belly flutter.
I’ve never been on a date before, but there’s a first time for everything, and I did say I wanted to try new things.
Plus, I need to soak up as much time with Jake as possible as I know his training will ramp up soon.
I’m trying to decide what to wear, and not knowing where we’re going isn’t helping.
After PT this morning, which kicked my ass, I met up with Kayla and Alyssa to try and find a new outfit.
Yes, I told Alyssa and Hannah about my date, and they were both thrilled.
Alyssa claims she doesn’t want any dirty details, and I get that.
It is her brother after all. It was the first time I’d been out properly since the accident, and I actually loved every minute of it.
We had so much fun; we stopped for sushi and iced coffee whilst they pulled different dresses and accessories for me to try on.
I ended up with two different options, which I’m now holding out in front of me in the mirror.
One is a floral strapless maxi dress and the second is a tight-fitting, pale blue mini dress with tiny spaghetti straps.
Old me would go with the maxi dress, but in the spirit of trying something new and wanting to be slightly more daring than I’d usually be, I go for the mini dress—even if it means no bra.
I don’t have a lot to work with and feel a tad exposed, but this is a new me. Time to be braver, bolder.
I really don’t want my scar on full display, so I keep trying to pull the dress down further—ideally without causing a nip slip up top.
After tying my hair up in a messy bun, I add some gold jewelry and a pair of flat gold sandals.
My makeup is minimal: sun-kissed skin with just a hint of mascara and gloss on my lips.
I take one final look in the mirror and head out to meet Jake.
As I walk into the living room, Jake has his back to me. I clear my throat to grab his attention, when he turns his eyes almost bug out of his head. “Do I look ok?” I pull my dress down again, and his eyes follow the movement.
His adams apple bobs as he coughs out, “Wow, Lottie, you look fucking incredible. Like something straight out of my dreams.” He blows out a breath, “Are you ready to go?” I nod, taking his hand as we walk to his car.
Stopping me by the door, he leans down and kisses me until I’m breathless.
I’m already counting down the minutes until we can come back home and do more of that.
“Welcome to The Lighthouse, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks whilst looking at her computer screen, totally unfazed by Jake. Maybe she doesn’t recognize him or is just being discreet.
This place seems fancy—I hope I’m not underdressed. I start fiddling with my dress again, trying to make it longer than it is. Maybe I should have gone for the maxi dress.
We’re shown to a private circular booth in the corner, where we can sit next to each other.
It feels so intimate being this close, but I like it.
There’s a band playing soft jazz and couples dancing, it’s the perfect spot for our first date.
I reach out and interlock our hands, giving his a squeeze as I look at the view out of the window.
“Beautiful view, huh?” I sigh dreamily.
“It sure is.” I turn to look at him, he’s not looking out of the window.
He’s looking directly at me. I feel the heat directed behind his gaze and it’s like he’s undressing me with his eyes.
The tension between us is brewing, and I can tell we’re going to explode like a grenade sooner or later if we don’t do something about it.
The server takes our drinks order, both deciding to have water; I don’t want a repeat of the last time I had alcohol, although it did get me the guy, so silver linings and all.
I let go of Jake’s hand and pick up my menu.
There are so many delicious items I don’t know what to choose, but we decide to get a sharing platter of all different types of seafood.
While we’re waiting, the server brings over our drinks with some bread and whipped butter, which smells so divine my mouth starts to water.
“Are you looking forward to the new season starting?” I ask Jake between bites.
“I am, it’ll be great to get back out there with the guys and hopefully bring home the cup this year.
However, I’m not looking forward to being away from you so much.
Luckily, there are a couple of months to go before we have to worry about that.
” His fingers start drawing patterns on my thigh and I suck in a breath.
He looks so unaffected whilst I’m almost hyperventilating at his touch.
“Yeah, I know. I kinda like having you around.” I decide to play him at his own game and move my hand to his thigh, feeling the muscles tense under my touch.
We’re broken out of whatever is going on between us when our platter is delivered. It all looks so delicious, I don’t know where to start. Picking up a scallop from the dish, I pop it into my mouth, and the moan that comes out of me is borderline pornographic.
He clears his throat. “Good?”
“So good you should try one.” Before I can stop myself, I pick up another scallop and bring it to his lips to taste. “What do you think? Good, right?” His gaze zeros in on my fingers as I bring them to my lips to suck the residue off.
“I can think of something that would taste even better.” His eyes sweep down my body to the juncture between my thighs.
Wow, is it hot in here? Did someone turn up the temperature because I am sweating! My heart is galloping at a record pace and feels like it’s about to burst right out of my chest.
We continue to feed each other bites of food, and I swear it’s becoming harder to breathe.
I never thought feeding each other would be as sensual as this, or maybe it’s just because it’s Jake.
I’m feeling all sorts of keyed up; my body is a live wire, like there’s electricity coursing through my veins.
My thighs are rubbing together, aching to find relief.
I’ve never felt this need before, and if I don’t do something to relieve the tension soon, I’m going to spontaneously combust.
Jake excuses himself to the bathroom, and on his way, his hands find my neck, fingertips skirting over my nape as he caresses me, making me shiver.
What is he doing to me? I lean into his touch as his fingers leave me, and I watch him walk away, biting my lip to suppress a groan at the sight of his ass in those jeans.
Staring out the window, I watch the lights dance across the shore while I try and regulate my breathing.
I also take a moment to think about how I’m not being my usual awkward self.
I remember the only date I’ve ever been on and that was when I was sixteen.
Troy took me to Burger King and, as a proud vegetarian, that was not the place to take me.
Lost in the memory, I don’t spot Jake until he’s holding his hand out to me. “Dance with me.”
“Ok, although I’m still not great without my crutches.” I hope I don’t stand on his feet.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got you,” he replies as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me in close to him.
“I’ve never slow danced with anyone before.”
“Me either, a first for both of us.”
Resting my head on his chest as we sway slightly, I can see people looking at us. “Jake, people are staring.”
“Let them stare. Every man in this room is looking at you right now, wishing they were the lucky bastard getting to dance with you,” he leans down and murmurs into my ear, giving me literal goosebumps.
My breath hitches, and the cheeky smile on his handsome face says everything.
I drag a hand through his hair as I cup his cheek with the other and slowly bring my lips to meet his. It’s spine tingling, fitting the flow of the music and the way we’re dancing—I’m completely lost in this moment and I never want this feeling to end.
We dance until my legs go numb, and I can’t wait to get this man alone. “Take me home, J.”
We reach the front door of my beach house and, I fumble to unlock the door. Jake leans into me whispering, “I had an amazing night.”
He kisses up my neck and along my throat to my jaw, his tongue tasting me as he goes.
I’m putty in his hands, and my knees feel weak just from his kisses.
As his lips meet mine, I give as good as I get, one hand fisting his shirt to bring him closer to me, the other in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the soft strands.
He may be the first and only guy I’ve ever kissed, but I’m a fast learner.
Jake groans into my mouth, and the sound reaches all the way to my core as my nipples pebble.
Breaking away, he takes me in with hooded eyes. His lips are swollen and red, and I’m sure mine look the same. His pupils are blown, his chest is heaving, and yes, he has now noticed my nipples standing to attention. “Let’s get inside before anyone sees us and we get arrested for public indecency."
He lifts me at the waist, and my legs lock around him as he pushes the door open.
Taking the opportunity for some payback, I start kissing his neck, tasting salt and a scent that’s so familiar, I swear I recognize it from somewhere.
I move to his ear and take the lobe between my teeth, gently biting down.
The noise that comes out of his mouth is downright feral.
We make it over to the couch, where Jake sits and I straddle his lap.
I can feel him hot and hard under his trousers and I’m like a woman possessed.
I melt into him as we kiss and he grabs my ass, slowly rocking me over his cock and hitting my clit repeatedly.
I’m hit by a burst of sensations—I have never felt as good as I do in this moment.
I've never been able to get myself off properly, always too in my head, so I latch onto this feeling and let it wash over me.
Gripping onto Jake’s shoulders, I start to take over, moving myself back and forth over him.
“That’s it, baby, do whatever feels good.
Get yourself off on my cock, sweet girl.
” He palms my ass as he breathes heavily.
His pupils are blown even wider now, almost all black, and a look of desire and awe is etched across his features.
Wetness soaks my thong as I’m taken over by the motions, moving faster and faster, creating the most delicious friction.
“God, you feel so good, Jake. I need more.”
“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me,” He rasps.
“I, ah, don’t know, I just need more. Touch me.”
Reaching between us, he tweaks my nipple over my dress, and it’s like a direct line to my clit, making me buck and writhe on top of him. “Again, please do that again,” I beg.
He plucks the other nipple this time as a whimper escapes my mouth. This is already too much and not enough all at once—what will it be like when we eventually have sex?
“Jake?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Make me come, please. I want to come”
“Fuck, I love hearing you beg for me.”
He pulls down the top of my dress and feasts on my hardened buds. He sucks, bites, pulls, and I am barely hanging on by a thread. I grind down harder on his length, so rock solid it could be made from steel.
“That’s it, Lottie, let go. I’ve got you, baby. Be a good girl for me and come all over this dick. I can feel you soaking me.”
His words are my undoing as color bursts like a kaleidoscope in front of my eyes, my body going taut, as intense waves of pleasure radiate through me. The scream that comes out doesn’t even sound like me. I’m floating; this is an out-of-body experience I want to happen again and again.
Jake bucks up, applying more pressure as I ride the crest, and he groans into my breasts. “Jesus, baby, you made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.” His breathing is heavy and a sated look falls across his face.
I now know for damn sure this is what an orgasm is supposed to feel like, and I can confirm whatever it is I experience on my own, will never compete with that. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?