44. Chapter 44
Charlotte
Kayla and I are sunbathing on the beach, enjoying the August sunshine. Today, her hair is jet black and in a blunt bob. Apparently, she’s in mourning over not being able to use Louis’ dick following his piercing. So that’s what happened on that call. She’s so dramatic.
The guys are training again, which I know will ramp up soon as training camp is fast approaching.
My relationship with Jake (if that’s what it is, it still hasn’t been defined) is going from strength to strength. We haven’t gone any further than touching each other, but that’s all about to change. He’s awakened an insatiable beast inside me, and I want more.
Turning to Kayla as she takes a sip of her wine, I decide to ask, “What’s the best technique for giving a blowjob?”
Coughing and spluttering as she smacks her chest, she says, “Jesus, Charlie, warm me up first before you dive right in with that question.”
“Sorry, you’re the only one I can ask. Alyssa and Hannah are out for obvious reasons, and Wren’s super busy. Plus, I know you’ll answer my questions honestly.”
“Well, you have certainly come to the right place. Step right up to Kayla’s blow job masterclass.” She rubs her hands together.
I fill my cup up with more wine—I think I’m going to need this.
“Ok, so first things first, don’t feel like you have to fit the whole thing in your mouth, especially for your first time.”
Should I be taking notes?
“That’s good because, no lie, it was massive. Not that I have anything to reference it to, but it felt big.”
“Hold up. When did you feel it? Charlie, you dirty girl, are you holding out on me? Spill all the deets now,” she prompts, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me.
Taking a breath, I tell her all about that night in bed when my wandering hands ended up in his pants. Kayla gasps and claps her hands.
“Look at you Charlie. Good for you, girl. Ok, secondly, no teeth. Maybe a light scraping, but no biting.”
No biting, got it.
“I’d treat it like a popsicle, lick up and down and suck the head.”
Huh, ok, I can work with that. “Wait, I have a question. Why is it called a blow job if there’s no blowing involved and only sucking?”
Kayla runs her hands down her face and sighs in exasperation. “It’s called a blow job because he blows his load, babe.” She looks at me deadpan. “You swear you’re not all sweet and innocent, and then you say stuff like that.” She shakes her head, now laughing.
“I was just curious as to its name when there isn’t any blowing involved.” I murmur, taking a sip of my wine. “How do I know if I’m doing it right?”
“Honey, if his dick is in your mouth, you’re doing right. Trust me.” She winks and pops a pretzel in her mouth.
“I want to make him feel amazing. Every time he touches me it’s like an out of body experience.”
“Well, you could always watch porn for some tips, and you can see how it’s done in real time. Maybe watch some real couples and not the scripted shit, though.”
“I’ve never watched porn before in my life, I don’t even know where I’d start.”
“Make sure you’re on private mode first and then you can search for whatever you want,” she explains like she’s teaching me something mundane.
“Private mode? Is that a site I should look at?” I ask.
She bursts out laughing, full on hysterical laughing, slapping her knees and everything. “Oh my god. No, it's your search history on your phone. You can change it to private mode, so it doesn’t track it.”
“Ohhhh.” My cheeks flame in mortification we’re even having this conversation.
God, I'm so sheltered.
“Babe, Jake knows you’ve never done this before, so why are you getting yourself so worked up over it?”
“Because, I want to be the best he’s ever had. I don’t want to disappoint him.”
Kayla sighs. “Charlie, this man has wanted you for the longest time. Whatever you do to him will be life changing. Don’t overthink this.”
Easier said than done.
“Hey, are you and Jake coming to Shutout later? It’s karaoke night, so we can watch Lyss and Theo butcher more classics?”
“Jake hasn’t mentioned anything to me yet, but sure, I’d love that.” I miss hanging out with my friends, and Shutout is always a good time. Especially as the team has their own little area where everyone leaves them alone.
“Amazing! Now let's get our tan on, those legs of yours are giving Casper the Friendly Ghost a run for his money, my friend.”
She’s not wrong, I am almost translucent at this point, and it feels great to have the sun on my skin.
Kayla has just left, and Jake is on his way home. He stayed later than he planned as the charity children's team, the San Diego Seal Pups, were at the rink and he wanted to stop by to say hello and help them out.
I love that he’s selfless like that and will take time out of his day to help those less fortunate than himself.
Stepping into the shower to rid myself of the sand and sun lotion all over my body, I lather up my cloth with shower gel. As I begin to clean myself, strong hands wrap around me.
Gasping, I look up into Jake’s eyes as he towers over me. “J, w-what are you doing?”
He smirks down at me, “Saving water, baby.” Taking the cloth from me, he washes my body thoroughly, and as he presses up against me, I can feel his hardness on my ass.
“Well, I’m all for helping the environment.
” The proximity of him and the steam from the shower are making me dizzy, and just when I thought it was already difficult to breathe, the air is stolen directly from my lungs as Jake kneels on the shower floor in front of me.
He’s looking up as if I am the answer to every single one of his prayers.
Gliding the cloth up my legs, being careful of my scar, he wipes away the remaining lotion and then tenderly washes my pussy.
Normally, I’d feel embarrassed at his actions, but honestly?
I’m feeling anything but. My skin feels like it’s on fire, like I might die if I don’t have his hands or lips on me right at this moment.
Like he has a hotline to my brain, Jake zeroes in on my pussy and presses a barely-there kiss to the skin. “Baby, fuck. I need to taste you, please say I can.” He's almost pleading with me.
I’ve read about guys doing this and Kayla raves about it, so I throw caution to the wind and let him have at it. “Y-yes, J. Taste me.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs and his hands start gliding over my stomach. His lips brush up my leg, peppering soft kisses to my inner thigh before he returns to the part of me I’ve only ever shared with him.
Looking directly up at me, Jake leans in and takes a big inhale of my pussy, his eyes never straying from mine. “W-what are you doing?” I gasp, in shock at what he’s doing to me.
“You smell so fucking good, Lottie. I can’t wait another second to have your scent surrounding me.
” He licks all the way up my slit and I jolt at the unexpected but not unpleasant feeling, letting myself fully embrace the experience.
His tongue swirls around my clit, my back arching against the shower wall at the pleasure.
I’m grabbing onto Jake’s head as I start to feel the ripples of my orgasm teetering.
He groans against me, and I feel the vibrations all the way through my core.
He’s full on devouring me now, there’s no other word for what he’s doing, and I am helpless to stop the flames licking my body—they run from my toes all the way up.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes a finger inside me as he still holds eye contact with me—I can’t look away.
I buck against him, pushing his head tight to my body.
I hope he can breathe. I didn’t know this is what it could feel like.
This feeling of pure bliss and satisfaction.
I’ve been missing out on all these experiences, but truth be told, even though I only remember snippets of our past, there’s no one else I’d want to do this with.
He continues to feast on me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and I can feel my need for release creeping in. It’s a sensation I’ve happily gotten used to lately, and I’m desperate for that overwhelming feeling to take over my body again.
Grinding my hips up into Jake’s mouth, chasing the high only he can provide me, my body stiffens as I scream out, “Holy fucking shit!” and come for what seems like forever. He doesn’t stop until I tug on his hair and pull him away, too sensitive for any more.
“That-” I try to regain my breath. “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby, there’s plenty more where that came from.
” Climbing back up my body, Jake takes my mouth in a scorching kiss, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it’s not as repulsive as I thought it would be.
I mean it’s not delicious like he claims, but it’s certainly not awful.
I really want to return the favor, but I’m not confident enough yet. I need to do my research to make it as mind-blowing for him as he does for me.
Jake washes my hair, careful not to tangle the strands, and then I do the same for him, although he has to bend slightly for me to reach.
Once we’re both finished and wrapped in our towels, we take turns drying each other. I love being cared for by this man, and in return, caring for him.
With every second that passes, I can feel myself falling deeper for Jake Smithson.